[Cassie isn't as strong as she's used to being, and she's not as well-rested and well-fed as she'd like, and she still can't fly, but none of that matters: they're under attack now, and she's going to do everything she can to protect her team and drive off their attackers. She seizes her walking stick from the ground beside her and jams it into the fire, flames immediately catching hold of the cloth she'd wrapped around the end for just this purpose.
She doesn't have holy powers, and her demi-divinity has been suppressed (if it even counts), so fire and her fists will have to do.]
HOLA!
II. Closed - Kon
[She's been holding her own, all things considered - she's not down yet, after all - but this isn't just her team, or even her team and panicked civilians. They need to all work together, and they haven't quite learned how yet.
She'd just fended off a cloaked figure with several jabs of her flaming torch when it seemed that she suddenly plunged into the icy waters of the Arctic, the cold clawing almost as much from within as without. Over the sounds of the fight around her, she recognized the sounds of fists pummeling flesh - hard flesh, hard bone, but not hard enough.
Superboy Prime was going to kill Kon. Kon was going to die.
His name tore its way out of her lungs with the rest of the strength in her body.]
Cassie: Open & Closed Prompts
[Cassie isn't as strong as she's used to being, and she's not as well-rested and well-fed as she'd like, and she still can't fly, but none of that matters: they're under attack now, and she's going to do everything she can to protect her team and drive off their attackers. She seizes her walking stick from the ground beside her and jams it into the fire, flames immediately catching hold of the cloth she'd wrapped around the end for just this purpose.
She doesn't have holy powers, and her demi-divinity has been suppressed (if it even counts), so fire and her fists will have to do.]
HOLA!
II. Closed - Kon
[She's been holding her own, all things considered - she's not down yet, after all - but this isn't just her team, or even her team and panicked civilians. They need to all work together, and they haven't quite learned how yet.
She'd just fended off a cloaked figure with several jabs of her flaming torch when it seemed that she suddenly plunged into the icy waters of the Arctic, the cold clawing almost as much from within as without. Over the sounds of the fight around her, she recognized the sounds of fists pummeling flesh - hard flesh, hard bone, but not hard enough.
Superboy Prime was going to kill Kon. Kon was going to die.
His name tore its way out of her lungs with the rest of the strength in her body.]
KON!